Fanon:Diary of a Young Alien: Difference between revisions

==Monday, 17th May 2010==

Today, on our walk to school, I noticed it for the first time.

Up and away, in the distance, up the hill. Two large houses stood atop that hill. One, the building further away from me, looked respectable, the mansion of a great aristocratic family. Sitting opposite was a pink eyesore, its backside sticking out to the rest of the town like an uncouth teenager rudely exposing their bottom (believe me, I've seen my brother do that enough times at home when I was younger. Oh the nightmares). Then it hit me.

That was the same "pink little villa" that belonged to the Altos.

How fitting for such an uncivilised rabble.

Anyway, when we got to school, apparently word had spread of our little run-in with Mr Alto. Several kids rushed up to us as soon as we stepped onto the school grounds.

"Are you guys alright?" one asked.

"So how did it go, Clipper?" said another one.

"I'm sure it was ugly, eh?" another kid of spectacled East Asian appearance bounced up and down and shouted at the same time in a vain attempt to get an answer.

Then, as if on cue, an escort composed of Forest, Darryl, Mortimer, Bella and Malcolm materialised. They started pushing their way through the crowd like the bow of a ship against the sea.

"Stand aside, please," Mortimer said quite formally. "The Clippers would like to get to class." At the mere sight of the famed Goth kid and rich Landgraab, the crowd promptly disbanded.

"So, what's this?" Mortimer asked after we entered the school building. "I heard you ran into Nick Alto."

"Yeah," I replied. "Sara's still pretty shook up about it." I gestured to Zrala, who was still shaking a bit from yesterday.

That must have been a traumatising experience.

"Man," Mortimer was shaking his head. "I thought Mr Alto had a lot more maturity than that. Clearly I was wrong."

Zrala looked up.

"You know, I always thought Alto was a pot-bellied monkey clown from some dimension where courtesy wasn't a thing."

That made her smile a bit.

"Keep going," I whispered.

"I bet his wife is a snake-hyena hybrid from Pluto. Icy cold, that woman. How those two ended up having a monkey-snake-clown-hyena kid? No clue. But they seem to be the perfect match."

Zrala laughed. It worked!

"They have a kid?" she asked.

"Yup," he said. "Holly's one of the 9th graders. Never liked her much."

"Why not? Has she done anything against you?"

"No, but she's an Alto, so she's always been kinda shady to me. You never know what those monkey-snake-clown-hyenas from extra-dimensional outer space are up to. And I don't know why my parents don't mind them. Because I do. I see right through them."

It was clear that Mortimer held some kind of grudge against the Altos.

And rightfully so, I suppose.